Ruby's point of view
I stay up late that night, long after Jonas and Chris retired to Jonas' room and Mom went to bed. I'm shamefully watching old re runs of Dance Moms and eating a bowl of cookie dough. I try to tell myself it's comfort food and comfort watching even though I'm completely fine. It's three in the morning and I'm on my fourth episode of Dance Moms that night when Chris walks into the living room.
"Just getting a drink." he says and then pauses, watching the TV for a moment. I cringe. I want to tell him that I'm not the kind of girl to sit and watch trashy reality shows concerning women bitching at each other all day. I want to scream at him that I read Wuthering Heights all the time and that I read the Harry Potter series in a month. He just frowns but smiles at me, raising an eyebrow.
"Dance Moms." I say as if that explains things.
"Huh." he chuckles a little bit. "What's it about?"
"Mothers who have children who dance." I say and then kick myself mentally. That sounded like I was calling him stupid, stating the obvious but he just laughs.
"Mind if I join you? Jonas fell asleep already."
Yes you can join me! Of course you can join me, you're literally the most beautiful boy in the world, why the hell would I object to you coming to sit with me and watch TV with me?
Instead of that, I say "Yeah, sure."
He smiles. "You want a drink?"
"Yes please." I smile back.
He comes back into the living room with a bottle of pepsi, two glasses and a spoon. He sets the drinks down and grins at me, gesturing to the bowl of cookie dough.
"Do you think I could get you to share?"
I laugh. "Of course."
He grins and suddenly looks as if he gets an idea, rushing into Jonas' room and returning with a huge bag of doritos.
"Thought we needed something savoury." he winks. He winks and I die internally.
"Maybe I should start having sleepovers with you and my brother." I joke, reaching into the bag.
"Hey, we don't have sleepovers." he protests. "We hang out. Overnight. Plus, you wouldn't have to, he just keeps a stock of these under his bed."
"The little douche!" I gasp and we both laugh.
"So, how about this show then?" he asks, settling back into the sofa and looking at the screen. "What's happening?"
"Well." I say. All of a sudden, we're both speaking quietly. "You see, Maddie just got Chloe's solo and Chloe's mom is always angry about the fact that Maddie gets more attention so Chloe's mom and Maddie's mom are bitching at each other."
"Fascinating." he whispers and we both laugh a little bit. "And who is Holly?"
"Holly is Nia's mom." I explain.
"And why is she getting involved?"
"They all always get involved."
He turns his head to look at me. I don't look back at him, I keep looking at the screen, but I smile to let him know that he has my attention.
"You know too much about this show." he says, still in that quiet voice.
"Shhh, just let it happen." I say back.
He looks at me for another moment before laughing and shaking his head and watching the show again. When the episode finishes, I turn the TV off and he turns his head to look at me again. I look at him this time and my heart feels like it melts. His head is leaned back on the couch and he's just so relaxed, one foot propped up on the coffee table, one knee pulled into his chest, his arms hugging them to him casually.
"Are you going to bed?" he asks, almost whispering.
"I think so."
He smiles a sleepy smile. "Me too."
"Okay." I say, smiling back at him.
He keeps smiling. "Okay."
I laugh, getting up. "Night."